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17.10.05

the high school newsletter.

first, i knew it came, because i'd forgotten i'd sent them the email address and a little update (hello, i got married, and i live here now, kind of thing) and i got an email from a lovely old friend that also got married, but quicker, and now has three kids. (woot!) And so when i went to the mailbox today (which, yes, is sunday, because i didn't get the mail yesterday, because, well, it was that kind of day, and nobody wants to leave the house where the neighbors might see you in GARB, and when you get out of the GARB and take a shower, well, why get dressed. So. there it was. and the first thing you notice when you flip through, yeah, there i am, i think they summarized my little summary, but it's probably all there and i'm not too badly misrepresented. And then you see the reunion pictures for the various years that had their reunion, and the second thing you notice is the boy you used to have a crush on (well, one of severa ... er ... many) has gotten freaking FAT. to the point where you can still tell he's in there, somewhere, but this fat kid ate him. And how old they all look. And that they're only, what, two years older than you, and they look old. (And fat.) And the third thing you notice is that in the in memoriam column is one of the kids that you sort of knew just in passing and would probably barely recognize now, but was there nonetheless and overlapped just a little with you. in the in memoriam column. and the only thing you remember is that they were one of those tiny little middle schoolers, and that you vaguely think they were blond (you didn't interact much with the middle schoolers, really), and it says they died in february. february 14. as in, the tiny blond-headed kid died on valentines' day. And it says nothing about the circumstances. so. (a) sad in a general sort of way and (b) makes you wonder.

plus, at the ren faire, i live in fear of the day i will see one particular ex dressed in nothing but chain mail. There are people should wear chain mail (that girl with the incredible muscle tone, most notably of yesterday, it takes a hell of a derriere to pull that off, and so, Mad Props to you, Girl with Fantastic Derriere) and people that should not (which i hope i don't have to describe). And there are always people that should not. And i am terrified that someday this one particular person will be among them, dandruff and all. But i keep going nonetheless.

scrawled @ 03:17